Crammed in a photo booth. Flash shone so bright. Tear the strip apart. Keepsake inches. On the street. Moon in the sky, pale and gray. Much more radiant, faces and smiles. Just climb that fence. Never seen barbed wire. Never got hurt. The water's even warm. No one around. These Friday nights. Seen them on the screen. And it never rained. No, it never rained. Let's feel something new, let's feel something real. Just not so picture perfect. Let's get hurt. Let's get wet. These Friday nights. Seen them one the screen. But they never existed. No, they never existed.
Lyrics submitted by shepastaway